Divorced and Determined: The CEO’s Ex-Wife Fights for Love

Shen Muyan wore Boss Lu’s deep green flip-flops. Her pair of jade-like feet had a bewitching allure. Her ten toes were fair like pearls, sculpted like artwork—delicate and lively.
Tap, tap, tap. She moved gracefully, each step seemingly treading on Boss Lu’s heartstrings.
Just as the rich lady was about to reach Boss Lu—
Suddenly—
Was the floor too slippery?
Shen Muyan lost her balance and fell backward. Boss Lu reacted quickly, reaching out to catch the rich lady around the waist. The air froze. Their eyes met. Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
Shen Muyan’s cool and elegant face was framed by a few loose strands of hair, her long lashes fluttering slightly. What Lu Qin felt beneath his palm was soft and springy. Through the thin silk, he could clearly sense the delicate, smooth sensation beneath his fingertips. The atmosphere was suggestive.
Their faces seemed like magnets, drawn irresistibly towards each other. Their breathing got closer. A faint blush spread across the rich lady’s fair cheeks. Looking into his deep, closing eyes, she shut her own. It was coming. The plan had worked.
Even though she was the mastermind and everything was within her expectations and control—Her heart was still racing uncontrollably.
When it came to kissing, she had zero experience. She and Lu Qin had probably never kissed. The time they drunkenly slept together, even though they did the deed, neither of them remembered anything. Even if there was a kiss, there was no feeling. So it could be counted as if they’d never kissed.
In other words, this was Shen Muyan’s first kiss. She didn’t know what it would feel like.
Wonderful? Gentle? Fiery? Wild? Sticky with passion?
Nervousness was definite—with a hint of expectation.
His lips weren’t too thin or thick, with a smooth shape—like sunlight at dawn, warm and radiant, full of confidence and charm. Hmm, probably comfortable.
Thoughts swirled chaotically in the rich lady’s mind. Suddenly, Shen Muyan felt her body lighten, then land on the ground as the arm around her waist loosened. She stood upright.
Boss Lu looked at Shen Muyan with a strange expression. He hadn’t fallen for it. The floor hadn’t been mopped—no way she slipped. That nearly-fall was stiff and obviously fake.
Where did she even get such a cliché, soap-opera trick?
Boss Lu hadn’t expected the rich lady to be so good at playing games—but it didn’t match her style. He guessed someone was giving her advice. Lu Qin thought of Fang Ya.
A single, nosy love guru giving dumb advice to a romance novice, cold CEO.
Interesting.
Boss Lu was curious to see what tricks they’d try next. The plan failed. The rich lady stood frozen for three seconds.
“Going to sleep.”
She didn’t dare meet Boss Lu’s eyes. Throwing out two words, she turned and went into the bedroom.
In the room—The little one had already powered off, sprawled out in all directions, taking up the center of the bed.
“Who did she inherit this sleeping posture from?”
Shen Muyan kicked off the flip-flops and got on the bed. She stretched out her jade-like foot and nudged the little one to the side, then grabbed the blanket and tossed it on her butt.
The little one slept like a rock, smacked her lips, instinctively grabbed the blanket and pulled it over herself, continuing her sleep mode. Shen Muyan turned off the ceiling light and switched on the bedside lamp, then muted her phone and messaged Fang Ya.
A few seconds later, Fang Ya replied.
Shen Muyan described it in full.
After repeated failures, the rich lady started to seriously doubt her love guru’s abilities.
The rich lady couldn’t be bothered to argue. She sent a selfie straight away. Fang Ya opened the picture. Silk nightgown, thin and form-fitting. This was the ultimate seduction outfit!
The rich lady already had a flawless figure, and in that sleepwear, her curves were exquisite, her tight, snow-white skin tempting the wildest fantasies. Even as a woman, Fang Ya almost got a nosebleed.
Charm? More than enough.
Then what was the problem?
Could it be that Boss Lu… wasn’t up to it?
If the rich lady went full seductive mode, even women couldn’t resist—Let alone a man. He’d be emptied out several times over!
Fang Ya reached a conclusion.
Fang Ya spit out her White Rabbit candy. She had found something even sweeter.
Fang Ya popped the candy back in.
President Shen, the top student in applied science and finance with an IQ of 180, a woman with an exceptional business mind and management skills—In matters of romance, had a negative IQ. And just like that, she was tricked into the test by her dog-head strategist Fang Ya.
The rich lady pretended to go to the bathroom. She flushed the toilet to make noise, then walked out, groping around in the dark, and slipped into Boss Lu’s room. Boss Lu was already asleep. The space beside him dipped as a soft, fragrant body slipped under the covers.
Skin touched skin. One was warm. The other was cool and silky. One was truly asleep. The other was pretending to sleep. But the closeness, the skin contact—The one faking it was nervously stiff as a board.
In the dark, her pretty face was already flushed red. Boss Lu wasn’t a saint. Over the past few days, he’d seen the rich lady quite a bit—especially with her teasing behavior now and then. Naturally, thoughts had crossed his mind. He turned over in his sleep.
Drowsily, as he shifted, he seemed to touch something. It felt like someone was beside him. But he couldn’t tell if it was a dream or real—it was all muddled, and he was too sleepy to open his eyes.
The rich lady didn’t dare move, frozen like a corpse. Boss Lu reached out and hugged her waist, resting his head near her shoulder and continued sleeping. His steady breathing blew warm air against her neck, giving her a strange tingling warmth.
At the same time, waves of electricity shot through her body. Still, she didn’t dare budge. Boss Lu thought it was a dream. The rich lady treated it like a dream, too. And so, one dreaming and one awake, they lay that way for a long, long time…
Just as the rich lady was about to fall asleep—Boss Lu shifted again and draped his heavy thigh across her belly.
After a short while, an uncomfortable feeling spread across her stomach. Her internal organs were being pressed—of course it felt awful.